After a quick clean up, Buffy left, holding her tips in her wallet. Jist as she was about to get into her car, she jumped when she felt a pair of strong arms surround her, consuming her completely. "I saw you leave, Angel," she said, turning around in his arms. "I'm sorry, baby, but I had to get some sleep before I went home with you. You and I both know that we wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight." Reflecting on the validity of his statement, she sighed, holding him tighter.
"Where's your car Angel?" "At the agency, in the garage. I walked back here." "And you're not exhausted?" "No. I had a 3 hour nap and a shower. I'm ready for whatever you want to throw at me." "Alright. Let's go then." Getting into her car, holding hands, they made their way to her house.
For the next 30 nights, they would do everything under the moom except the actual process of lovemaking. They came together, pleasured each other, and whispered words of love and comfort to each other. Now that the long, agonizing month was over, they were both ready. That is, until something came up.